Reo: Hi! I'm so excited! This is my first fanfic!
Daniel: And your worst.
Reo: Hey! You haven't even read it yet!
Daniel: Yeah, but it's written by you, so it can't be good, can it?
Jason: She wrote about us.
Daniel: Yeah... but that was a completely different situation... we're great characters... while-
Reo: ARE YOU BAGGING OUT MY STORY!
Jason: Now look what you did...
Daniel: It's not my fault she's so moody-
Reo hits Daniel over the head with a fryng pan
Reo: TAKE THAT!
Jason: (sigh) Since those two are pre-occupied, I'll just add a disclaimer. None of us own D. N. Angel, however I wish I was in it rather than being stuck in this story...
Chapter 1- Unknown Artist
(Daisuke's POV)
The last place I wanted to be seen in broad daylight was the art museum. But since it was a school field trip, I really didn't have much choice. At the moment Dark's at bay, sleeping quietly at the back of my mind. Takeshi was rousing up the girls on the other side of the room, trying to press upon them his latest theory on what Dark would be stealing next. He didn't seem overly impressed by the artworks.
Satoshi on the other hand, was looking closely at each one, much more observantly than the rest of the class. As I was watching him closely, Risa pulled me away and dragged me down the hallway. "I want you to see something," she said, yanking at my arm. I heard a small giggle come from her as we walked down the hall. "What are you showing me?" I asked.
Risa led me to another small room which seemed crowded with girls from school. I could see Riku staring at a painting on the far wall, along with almost all the other people from school. She turned around abruptly as she noticed both of us walking up to her. "Niwa! Niwa, you have to look at this! He looks just like you!"
"Who looks just like me?"
Riku let out a small chuckle. "The boy in the painting." I turned to face the painting which all the girls found so amusing. From the distance it looked like a landscape, a green a rural countryside. I wasn't sure what everyone was on about. It wasn't a portrait. As I moved closer a few girls moved aside to let me through.
"See Niwa?" Risa said, pointing at a section of the painting. There where she was pointing was a boy with red hair, just like mine.
Uncanny.
Dark had just woken up and made the effort to look at the painting too.
I suppose it looks a bit like me…
What are you talking about? It is you! Even I can tell!
"I wonder if it's a relative," Riku stated, glancing at the painting. "Or maybe it's just a coincidence."
"Maybe." I couldn't help but feel like there was something strange about the painting. I too, was being to admit that the redheaded boy standing on the pasture looked bizarrely like me. But even as I looked closer I couldn't help but feel certain that we were two completely different people. Yes, he had all the same features. My hair, my eyes, my face… but his expression…
I don't look like that, do I Dark?
Is a pig pink?
I'll take that as a yes then.
In many ways I was happy when I saw the girls venturing out of the room. They had apparently lost interest in the strange painting. Even Risa and Riku walked out, leaving me to take a closer look at the painting. I moved close up to see the boy standing in the middle of the landscape.
He was wearing clothes which showed that the painting was most probably from renaissance era. He didn't look like some commoner who had simply passed the artist's eye. No… he looked as if he had been added to the landscape purposely.
"You noticed it too?"
"Hiwatari! You scared me!" Satoshi had appeared behind me as if he had been there the whole time. He just gave me his old smug smile and looked at the painting.
"I wonder if you know who that person is by any chance," he said peering at the boy in the picture. I shrugged slightly. "I didn't think you did…"
"Then do you know who he is?" I asked curiously, knowing that his answer would probably be yes. He nodded to confirm my suspicions.
"This painting is several centuries old. The story that goes with it is quite riveting. Almost like something Shakespeare would write… something seeping with tragedy…"
God. I hate it when Creepy Boy drones on like this…
Shut up Dark!
"…that makes it very valuable." As soon as Satoshi finished the sentence I heard Dark's ears pring up.
Did he say valuable?
Yes.
Well… that changes everything…
You're not gonna steal it are you?
I might… just let me have a closer look…
No Dark! There's no reason to steal it!
How do you know? Creepy Boy seems to think it's worth something!
Satoshi walked up close to me and whispered, "I wonder whether Dark would be eyeing this…" He said it just loud enough for me to hear. I knew he had done that on purpose.
"Yeah… I wonder…"
Satoshi gave me a small smile before walking away, following the same path as the girls.
Damn Dark! Don't steal it! Hawitari's suspicious!
I don't care about Creepy Boy. He doesn't scare me. But if he thinks it's valuable then maybe I should steal it. After all, I haven't stolen something in awhile now… it's beginning to damage my reputation…
I let out a sigh. There was no arguing with Dark. I couldn't possibly win. I glanced over the painting, trying to find a signature of the artist.
I wonder who painted it.
Dark didn't respond. I could tell he was already figuring out a plan to break in here at night. As I looked closely at the bottom right-hand corner I saw a faint signature. "This can't be right!"
What is it?
Dark had finally comeback from wherever he had gone.
This signature says 'Satoshi Hikari!'
Reo: Okay then... who can guess what happens?
Daniel: Someone dies?
Reo: No.
Daniel: Well... that's what you did in our story. You killed Jason's grandpa in the first chapter-
Reo: If you don't shut up then I'll be killing you off!
Daniel: I'll be good.
Reo: Good.
I know that chapter wasn't long, but it'll get better when I have time to write more. Until next time!